pookah

I think it's Thursday.

Last night was fun. I went out with some folks from work. We had a wedding shower type of thing for two guys in the office, one who just got married this past weekend and one who's getting married this coming weekend. We had a good time and it was nice to socialize with some normal, well-adjusted folks.

At one point, all the women in the office asked how these two guys proposed. Both of them had a romantic story to tell. One asked his bride-to-be at work with a bouquet of flowers and a diamond ring, the other asked his girl on a beach in Mendocino. The girls in our party were full of aaaaaaw's, of course, and they gushed and maybe even wiped a teary eye. It was all so sweet, really, but, then, I'm a sucker for love and romance and all that stuff. I asked my ex to marry me while we were in bed. It was Sunday morning, early, we both had kitten breath, and her hair was everywhere. She was happy and shocked and said 'Oh, I must look horrible!' I told her she looked absolutely wonderful. I just couldn't wait, see. I gave her a beautiful diamond ring and was so excited to hear her say 'Yeah' that I just couldn't wait for that one idyllic time. Anyhow...

Yeah, so that was that.

I'm going to a party tomorrow night at the Irish Consulate. Time to dust of the fancy duds, huh? Aine's going to be there. She's been threatening to teach me to dance and tomorrow night she just might! Imagine Jodie Foster with a Dublin accent! I just might dance...

SO I took today off, kind of. I had loads of research and paperwork, so why not just do it at home. In bed. Naked. Yeah!